My Love Story

Chapter 2

Abhay's point of view (POV)::

I helped her up. She was definitely weak but the painkiller had started taking it's effect.

But to help her and her sister, I will have to have more details about her situation. I must ask her but her eyes, her defiance, her wounds and her discomfort speak volumes about her mental condition and fear at present.

So I having the emotional quotient of negatives gave a call to my sister. Only a sister can help another sister. Plus the way she flinched at me told me about her experience with that man. At present, at least, she wouldn't want to talk to me out of fear.

My sister arrived within 15 minutes. But I guess she's even more scary than me.

Shweta's point of view (POV)::

The girl who came into the room was talking to Abhay in soft whispers.

Then she came to me and sat on the bed.

"Tum chahti ho ki hum tumhari behen ko shaadi karne se roke?"( You want us to stop your sister's wedding?)

I just nodded my head. She was scaring me. It was just the way she looked at a person. So straight in the eye that we would want to confess all our sins

"Kyu?" (Why?)

I was angry. Why? Because she is my sister. Because that man is a demon. That and I have only her as my family.
I have to protect her from every harm. I am her big sister.

I didn't realise I was glaring at her. I didn't know my jaws were clenched thinking about this or that my breathing was laboured trying to control my anger.

But she knew and further aggravated me.

"Tumhe jalan ho rhi hai ki agar tumhari behen is aadmi se shaadi karegi toh tumse jyada amir ho jayegi?"(Are you afraid that your sister will be better off if she married this man?)

I lunged at her. But Abhay held me back. And it was easy to overpower someone who had lots of wounds. Both of them overpowered me and I was left with nothing but my anger and tears.

"Agar tumhe hamari madad chahiye toh saari baat shuru se batao."(If you want our help, then tell us about everything from the beginning.)

"Mere bhai k liye ek loan liya tha. Aur jab hum paise nhi juta paa rhe hai toh mere parivaar waale meri shaadi unse karwaa rhe the. Jab us aadmi ko maine pehli baar dekha jab usse pehli baar mili, tabhi hi mai bahut darr gayi thi."(My parents took a loan for my brother. And when we were not able to arrange money, my family wanted to marry me off as the debt repayment. When for the first time I saw him, met him, I was so scared of him.)

When i remembered that smile on my discomfort, that psychotic madness in his eyes a cold chill ran down my spine. That smile could have put a murderer to shame. Those eyes held hatred, and lewd desire to hurt.

"Woh jis tarah se dekhta tha na jaise ki ek rakshas mujhe kha jaane waala hai usse hi mujhe dar lagta hai." (The way he used to see me like a demon about to eat me up, that scares me)

The way he talked about me as if I was groceries he was going to buy, discussing the colour of my skin, the proportion of my body, my teeth, my hair, it made me see red.

"Kal maine maa papa se kaha ki mai yeh shaadi nhi karungi, toh papa ne mujhe maarna chalu kar diya. (Yesterday when I told my parents that I won't agree to this marriage, my father started beating me)

"Haa, mere shareer pe jitne bhi ghaav hai sab mere papa ki vajah se hai. Koi aur nhi balki mera apna baap." (Yes, all the wounds on my body are all because of my father. No one but my father.) I was screaming by the end. My throat constricted and choked. But I was still screaming.

I was all worked up. I was shaking due to anger and my vision was blurred because of tears.

Then I felt her hugging me. She didn't say anything. Just held me close.

I was sniffling in her hug. Angry, hurt and humiliated.

Thinking I had composed myself, she pulled back from our hug.

"Woh bachpan se mujhse nafrat karte hai. Ladkiyon se nafrat karte hai. Unko sirf apna beta hi dikhta hai. Woh apne bete k alawa kisi aur ki baat nhi sunte. Kisi aur se pyaar nhi karte."(They hated me since I was born. They hate daughters. There is only one child in their eyes, their son. They love him, only him. They listen to him, the apple of their eyes.)

I was crying hysterically thinking of everything I had to go through in my childhood, everytime when i and my sister were wronged.

We worked like donkeys, we slept on an empty stomach, we never got new things, never celebrated our birthdays, we never lived our lives.

"Jab hum chote the na, Dipavali k din mai bhog k laddoo banaa rhi thi. Subah se kuch nhi khaaya tha, toh laddoo banane k baad khana khane chali gayi. Tabhi mera bhai aaya aur usne bhagwan k bhog k laddoo khaa liye. Uske jaane k baad maa prasad lene rasoi me aayi toh unko laddoo nhi mile. Gusse me unhone mujhse pucha. Maine toh rasoi me hi rakhe the. Mujhe shanti se do roti tak nhi khaane di. Jab laddoo nhi mile toh unhone mujhpe iljaam lagaya. Samrat ne bola ki usne mujhe laddoo khate dekha. Meri behen kuch bole uske pehle hi usko fatkaar diya. Samrat k kamre se do laddoo bhi mile toh bhi sazaa mujhe hi mili. Dipavali k din mai bhuki soyi thi."

(When we were young, on the day of Deepavali,I was making laddoos as an offering. I hadn't had time to eat anything that day, so after making laddoos, I went to eat something. At that very moment, my brother came to the kitchen and ate all the laddoos which were prepared as an offering. After he left, mother came to take the laddoos, and she didn't find any, she asked me about it in anger. I told her that I kept it in the kitchen. She didn't even let me eat a meal in peace. When she didn't find the sweets, she blamed me, even Samrat said he had seen me eating the sweets. Before my sister could say anything, they shut her up. They found two laddoos from Samrat's room but still the punishment was met out to me. I slept on an empty stomach on Deepavali)

I should have known. All this while, I was ill-treated, I should have known.

We were just slaves to them. Slaves.

That's why we were being sold to that man.

We were slaves.

To be kept in need, to be sold when there is no use or financial trouble.

I laughed in my tears.

She held my hand as a gesture of comfort.

This time Abhay walked over from his chair. "Ab shant ho jao. Pehle aapki behen ko bachane chalna hai na?"( Calm down now. We have to first go save your sister right?)
He placed his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

I nodded looking at him straight.

"Tum kaha rehti thi?" (Where did you live?) She asked me.

"Raniganj pur." I turned to her

"Uth sakti ho?" (Can you get up?)

With her and Abhay's help, I tried getting up.

"Mujhe dard nhi ho rha."( I am not feeling any pain)

"Woh painkiller ki vajah se."( That's because of the painkiller.) Abhay answers.

I looked in his direction and nodded.

Slowly, I loosened my grip on their hands and took a step, then another and finally let go of their support.

I turned around and gave them the best smile I could. First genuine smile in a while.

"Mujhe pehle ghar jaane padega. Fir apan Raniganj pur chalte hai."( I have to first go home. Then we will all go to Raniganj pur)

"Ok" I whispered.

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